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Apr 27

need rain to enlist phantom’s help in using quintnosis on dew…dew wants to be a mindless horny puppet, he’ll get it

one million billion thank yous to both of you for being so, so patient and to my beloved @ghoul3tt3 for being my personal cheerleader as i crawled through writing this :')

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4.7k • rain/dew/phantom • ao3 heavy quintosis and associated dubcon (prenegotiated on dew's end, less so on rain's), dollification, objectification, fingers in mouth ofc, power dynamics, facials and cumplay

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Dew has gorgeous eyes. Before his transition, Rain's been told they were a clear blue, not unlike his own. He's pictured it, though, and he thinks he prefers them like this: warm, vibrant amber, glinting like a gold coin at the bottom of a fountain when the light hits just right. They're kinder than you might expect, and a little tired. Framing it all are long, pretty eyelashes that Rain doesn't appreciate enough.

Right now, they're also glassy. Unfocused. Not entirely blank, though: a small ring of purple runs around his dilated pupils.

He's gorgeous like this, too. Naturally.

"Is that enough yet, or do you want more?" Phantom asks. A matching violet flickers through their eyes as they push their magic through Dew's veins.

Rain snaps his fingers in front of Dew's face. The only response is a slow blink. He rubs at the base of Dew's horn, too— one of his most sensitive spots. Nothing but a quiet whine.

Rain smiles to himself. "I think that's good, bug. Thank you."

"Happy to help." Phantom's hand comes up to scratch their ear. "Do you want me to leave now, or..." They look from Rain, to Dew, then away, a hint of blush spreading across their cheeks. There's only one reason anyone asks them to use their quintessence outside the infirmary.

"You're welcome to stay and watch, if you want. I know you're a fan of that," Rain says, light. "And Dew certainly doesn't mind." He turns to where Dew sits, naked and motionless against their headboard. "Do you, baby?"

Predictably, he doesn't answer. Rain snorts at his own joke.

"Plus, I'd hate if he slips out of it too soon," he goes on. "It'd be handy to have you nearby, just in case." It's a genuine concern; he's not sure how long the effects will last if Phantom strays too far.

They shift their weight, but don't move to leave.

"You can sit over there," he offers. There's a chair they keep angled toward the bed for occasional guests— Rain likes being watched almost as much as Phantom likes watching. His briefs are clinging just from the anticipation of it. "But that's all you do. Yeah?"

Phantom nods eagerly and sits.

So Rain climbs onto Dew's lap and grinds down, slow and intentional, as he settles into place. Dew offers a gentle little moan, almost quiet enough to miss.

Rain plans on working a bit more than that out of him.

He grabs his jaw and tilts Dew's head, this way and that, just to feel the utter lack of resistance as he does it. He's all but limp. A puppet with cut strings.

Doesn't mean he's soft, though. Far from it; Rain can feel his erection pressing against him. Already so hard and needy, just from a little magic and a condescending tone.

The power of it goes straight to Rain's head and coaxes out a little more slick between his legs.

He wraps his arms around Dew's neck and leans in to kiss him slow and deep. He lets it linger, takes his time, because Dew always likes to multitask and get to the good part but it doesn't matter what Dew wants right now, does it? Rain nips at Dew's lips, soothes it with his tongue. Promising more, but not giving it just yet. Dew tries to meet him, his tongue tensing with barely-there twitches as Rain licks into his mouth, but he can't quite manage it. The wasted effort has Rain deeply amused and devastatingly turned on.

Eventually, he has to pull back. He brings a couple fingers up to Dew's mouth, though, unwilling to leave it empty for long. Dew's lips part on instinct. He opens his eyes, his unfocused gaze falling on Rain, and his pretty lashes flutter in a slow blink.

Spit pools in his mouth as he keeps it open.

Rain grins, proud and predatory. "There's really nothing in that head, is there? My pretty toy. My stupid doll." The words are cruel, but they drip with adoration. He pushes his fingers in.

Dew whines through his nose, the tone of Rain's voice the only thing he can grasp through the static filling his head.

Phantom did their job perfectly.

Rain pushes his fingers in deeper; Dew sucks on them, nice and gentle, without a command. A line of drool spills out the corner of his mouth.

"There you go, baby," Rain coos. "Just need a little help putting that mouth to good use, yeah? That's alright. Phantom's happy to pitch in. Aren't you, bug?"

Phantom starts where they're sitting, perched on the edge of the chair in the corner. Their eyes are dark and half-focused, split between paying attention to the force of nature addressing them and keeping Dew under. There's a prominent tent in their pants that's going dutifully ignored.

They nod once it registers that Rain wants a response. "Yeah," they answer breathily. "Happy."

Rain hums and turns back to Dew, fucking his mouth with his fingers. He pushes in a little more each time, working his way down Dew's throat and drinking up the small wet choking sounds it draws out.

Dew's lips catch on his rings, but he pushes past them. The metal warms with the heat of his mouth. Rain grinds down again, the thin fabric of his underwear doing nothing to stop his folds from parting where Dew's length presses against him.

"So much nicer to play with when you don't remember how to run your mouth," he muses. "I can do whatever I want to you, can't I? No pride. No fight. You're just glad for the attention."

Dew makes a quiet sound just then— it could be confirmation, or it could just be a reaction to the wetness of Rain's cunt over his cock.

With his free hand, Rain reaches behind him, lower than where he's grinding on Dew, and carefully cups Dew's cute little balls. He slides his fingers free from Dew's mouth and squeezes them once, short and sharp.

Dew jumps and finally, a cry— a real one— leaves his throat.

"Perfect," Rain purrs. "That's a good toy. Let me hear you, okay? Just 'cause you're too dumb to speak doesn't mean you have to be quiet, baby."

The ring of violet in his eyes pulses; either he's fighting it, or Phantom's adjusting the dose. Rain finds it hard to care which, as long as his doll keeps working the way he wants it to. He gives one more roll of his hips, deep and teasing, before he decides he's had enough of his clothes.

He strips what's left and sighs when he settles back into place, the heat radiating off of Dew warming him to his bones. He's running even hotter than usual, Rain notices, a little quirk of the quintessence pushing its way into his cells; they'll have to play with that more later.

For now, he shifts his weight and leans back a bit, leaning on one hand and using the other to spread himself apart. He's kind enough to let Dew watch as he plays with himself, getting his cunt nice and flushed and open with the fingers Dew slicked up for him.

But he can't touch. Not unless Rain lets him.

Rain straightens. He's going to put his new toy inside him eventually, really, but first he grinds over the cock again, his bare cunt sliding over it raw. There's no friction— he's far too soaked for that. Just the smooth glide of slicked skin-on-skin. Dew's foreskin rolls back with the motions. When Rain shifts, his clit catches Dew's frenulum, the ridge of his head. Rain's eyes flutter at the jolt of sensation and Dew whimpers, so he does it again. And again. And again, taking as much pleasure out of Dew's dick as he can before wrapping his cunt around it.

Rain thinks it might be his favorite little cock in the world.

He doesn't normally tell him that, though. It'll go to his head if he does, and Dew's got enough of an ego as it is. Rain's sure he knows it, anyway.

But there's no harm whispering it now, Rain thinks. It's not like he'll remember.

"Feel so good, baby," he murmurs as he rocks. "A perfect little toy, made just for me."

Dew blinks hard, like he wants to clear his vision, and moves his jaw a fraction of an inch; half-formed sounds try to escape through vocal cords that struggle to move.

Rain grabs Dew's chin and pushes his mouth shut, putting a finger over his lips for good measure. Shh. "I'm letting you moan, but don't try to speak, sweetheart," he tuts. "All you need to do is let me use you and take it. You wanted to be my doll, remember? Dolls don't talk."

Dew groans. His shoulders drop even further and he blinks, slow and dumb.

"That's what I thought."

So Rain finally, finally moves to fuck Dew properly. How else is he meant to reward his toy's good behavior?

He hardly needs to prep. Not when his doll's got such a perfect little cock, and not when his own body knows to open for it as easily as it takes in air. So he takes it in smooth and quick, dropping to the base in a single motion.

Rain moans when he's fully seated in Dew's lap. "So much less fuss this way, droplet. We should keep you like this all the time." He gives a little shake of his head. "To think I've spent so long holding your leash."

And then he starts to move. Short little rocks at first, with an occasional twist of the hips. Not out of any concern for Dew's end of things, no; he's just taking what he wants for himself. What Dew insisted he wanted to give.

When he finds a nice rhythm, a good angle, he sets his shoulders back just enough for his pretty tits to bounce with his movements. Dew's violet-shot eyes follow the motion as a pathetic sound leaves his throat. In Rain's periphery, his limp tail gives a feeble flick.

Adorable as it is, it was meant to be a treat for Phantom. They're behaving so well, quiet and staring just like they were told. Rain might almost forget they're watching if it weren't for the smell of their arousal wafting across the room.

The scent of the three of them combined is always heady. Dizzying. It softens the edges of Rain's crueler nature, and he takes pity.

Rain takes Dew's hand in his and brings it up to his chest. Dew uses what little motor control he's kept to grab and paw at the swell of fat there before Rain even draws his own hand away. The corners of Rain's mouth twitch upward as he rides. He's trained him well.

Dew's body knows Rain's like it knows how to breathe. It'd take a lot more than quintessence for him to not recognize Rain's tits.

He's still struggling with it, though. His normally deft fingers are clumsy and unsure, either squeezing too hard or not hard enough. It doesn't feel good, per se. But Dew's trying. He wants it to. He knows full well how to do it right, but he can't, and it's the knowledge of that that has Rain speeding up on his cock.

Rain's breaths come quick and shallow. He smirks all the same.

He reaches down to play with his clit, stoke the flames of watching Dew desperate and inept. Normally, Dew's got thumbing over him in time with his thrusts down to a science that has Rain's thighs trembling.

Normally, Dew's capable of opening his own mouth.

Rain can't get enough. Here's their second star, their insatiable fire that burns on and off the stage, stripped away to almost nothing. Dumb and bumbling underneath Rain. A glorified dildo.

This is absolutely going to happen again.

But this round might not last much longer.

There's a shift, slow but unmistakable, in the sounds Dew makes as he works him. Those gorgeous moans are turning a little pained; not instead of the pleasure, but layered over it. Small cries pitch a bit desperate, maybe even pleading. It's what he sounds like when he wants to come, but can't. But Rain's close too, so he clenches around his cock to help him out a little, coax him a little closer with pulsing walls.

Dew still doesn't come. What he does instead is wail, the lavender in his irises glinting, and that's when Rain understands: Phantom's holding Dew's orgasm back. Dangling it in front of him, but refusing to let it go. Rain knows how it feels, to be brought to the edge so quickly just to be kept from tumbling over it by a shimmering purple chain. It's delicious. It's torture.

How kind of them to do it without Rain even asking them to.

He's almost done anyway. He rests his hands flat on Dew's chest and doubles down, bouncing on his cock and using him like the toy he is. It fits so perfectly inside him, just enough of a stretch, reaching just far enough inside him to hit that spot over and over again— there. Rain's got the angle now, and he's aching for it, and he's wet everywhere, so he grinds down deeper and arches his back chasing after it and—

In their chair, Phantom whines, high and uncontrolled.

Rain shatters.

His orgasm crashes through him, bright and devastating. He tosses his head back with it, his own shuddering gasps echoing Phantom's.

And all Dew does is twitch and whimper at Rain's walls fluttering around him, because he's too dumb and fucked up on quint to do anything but.

Rain tucks his head in the crook of Dew's neck while he rides out the waves. Then, once he's caught his breath, he turns. "Alright, bug, I think I'm done. It can finish now."

Phantom swallows and nods. And then Dew's little cock does the only thing it can when it's wrapped tight in Rain's perfect, velvet heat: it cums.

Rain smiles against Dew's skin when he pumps him full with a wounded cry, his eyes fluttering shut at the molten heat of it. "Good doll," he tells him.

He only gives Dew a moment to recover; there's not much for him to come back to, anyway.

Once he decides Dew's had enough time, Rain calls toward Phantom. His voice almost comes out even. "Come play. You've earned it."

They shake their head wordlessly. It's a token refusal; Rain won't have it. "It's your toy, too," he insists. "I want you to use it."

At that, Phantom hums. They consider for all of three seconds, and then they stand.

Rain looks up at them expectantly when they reach the edge of the bed. There's hopeful determination on their face, like they know exactly what they want but not if they can have it.

"Well?" he asks, idly twisting Dew's hair around a finger as he waits.

Phantom takes a breath. "I want him— it— to suck my cock."

Rain's tail flicks with excitement. "Oh, baby," he purrs. "It can do that just fine."

Phantom's grin splits their face in two.

The two of them move together, pulling Dew off the bed and rearranging his loose limbs until he's kneeling at Phantom's feet. Rain is on his knees next to him, keeping Dew steady with one hand on his back and another in his hair.

He makes slight adjustments to Dew's face while Phantom works themself free; tilting his head back to just the right angle, pulling at his jaw to open his mouth. Getting him ready to use.

When the toy is set up, Phantom takes a few moments to take in their work, stroking themself quick and loose to the glassy expression on Dew's face. They've been hard this whole time, and as far as Rain can tell, haven't touched themself once. Rain allows them their fun; they've earned it and then some.

They're biting back a smile, and their tail won't stay still. They look like they're too excited to breathe. The damn ghoul is giddy, and rightfully so. Rain doesn't think he's ever seen Dew quite this gone.

Finally, the hand on their cock stills. Their face is flushed, exertion and arousal in equal measure. Rain holds Dew's head steady for them to push into his drooling, waiting mouth.

Just before they do, though, Phantom bites their lip and stills. Cock in hand, they take their flushed, dripping head and swipe it across Dew's lips. Then a little around them, smearing his spit and their own pre across his face. Rain's pussy throbs, and a drop of cum slides out with the motion.

But Phantom's not done. They pull Dew's head just a bit, drop their grip on themself to the base, and slap their cock into Dew's face. A filthy wet clap echoes through the room, and more pre splashes across Dew's cheekbone.

Rain gasps and reaches between his sticky legs.

All Dew does is blink with the hit and wait for more.

They do it again, across Dew's other cheek this time, and Rain well and truly whimpers for the first time that night. Back to the first cheek for one more slap, and then Phantom laughs to themself, shaking and breathy. "Fuck. I've always wanted to do that."

Rain swallows hard. The air in the room feels different now. All evening, even though they'd been exploiting Phantom's magic, he'd been the one with the power.

He's less sure that's the case now that they're playing, too.

But then they push their tip against Dew's shiny lips and press in oh-so-slowly, so Rain uses the time to slide his self-control firmly back into place.

"Open up," he whispers when Dew's got half of Phantom's length in his mouth. "You can go deeper than that."

He reminds him by twisting Dew's hair in his hand and forcing him to the base of Phantom's cock. He splutters with the force of the intrusion, but he takes it just fine.

"Told you," Rain boasts to no one. He might be dripping cum and slick on the floor. He doesn't particularly care. He holds Dew there until his eyes begin to water, then lets him back up. His grip in Dew's hair stays tight, bobbing his head up and down Phantom's cock; Dew looks like he could hardly hold it up on his own.

Rain mourns that the irony of being too cockdrunk to suck one is lost on him.

Phantom, for their part, hasn't blinked since Rain sank to the floor. They're staring rapt at Dew— his stretched lips, his glassy, half-lidded eyes. He doesn't seem to be looking at anything, somewhere far away as he lets himself be used. Rain wonders if he even knows that he is.

The churning purple ring in Dew's eyes is reflected in Phantom's, though, and Rain finds it harder to look away from the longer he watches them. It's like the rest of the room falls away, and all there is in the world is the three of them and the heat twisting between them.

Moving his arm to guide Dew's motions seems like takes more effort than it did a few minutes ago.

"Phantom," he calls. His voice is softened. "Rein it in a little, bug. I think you're spilling over."

They only spare him a glance before shaking their head. "I don't— I don't think I can control it. Sorry, Rainy, it just feels too—"

It takes a moment for him to parse their words, and when he does, pulling his brows together feels like dragging something through mud. "What do you mean you can't control—"

Oh.

Dew makes a sound like sin just then, desperate and wet and sloppy and entirely unconscious, and every other thought vanishes from Rain's mind. Surely whatever he was saying mattered less than that noise does.

He needs to make it happen again. So he pulls Dew away and back down all at once, and he tries to tell Phantom to buck their hips into his throat again, but Rain's tongue feels thick and foreign now.

He doesn't linger on it, because—

The way Phantom's cock sits in Dew's mouth is fascinating, Rain realizes. The way their foreskin pushes and pulls, the ruddy tip brushing Dew's swollen lips, the bulge of it pressing into his cheek when Rain's hold slackens and he can breathe deep again.

He knows it, knows those veins and the weight of it on his tongue. Knows the taste of the skin and the gorgeous release that spills from it.

Rain's starting to think he wants it for himself.

His hand has gone loose in Dew's hair, but it still rests on the back of his head. It's grounding. A connection point. He uses it to ease Dew back, letting him nurse on Phantom's tip while Rain works his way closer.

He leans forward, past Dew, till his nose almost brushes Phantom's hair. Then he inhales, breathing in the scent of their arousal where it's strongest. Rain moans when it hits him, eyes rolling back, his mind fogging even further.

"Oh, shit," some distant, still-active part of him registers Phantom saying, but he can't place if it's concerned or pleased. It won't change anything, regardless.

Dew moves off Phantom's cock to follow Rain to Phantom's base, mindlessly echoing what he sees. Rain takes advantage and swoops in to take his place.

His eyes are half-lidded; they feel heavy. He moans as he suckles at Phantom's tip; suddenly, keeping their cock in his mouth is the only thing that matters. Rain hollows his cheeks and bobs over the head, allowing Dew room to drag his tongue over their skin.

Phantom groans, loud and wanton, and puts a hand on each of their heads. Keeping them close; keeping them upright.

Rain looks back up into Phantom's eyes as they do. They're blown dark and tracking his every movement. Each flicker of quint that flashes through them sends another layer of static into Rain's mind.

It's funny; Aether's magic always felt gentle, syrupy. Phantom's feels more like hitting his consciousness with a truck.

Phantom's hips start moving in jerky thrusts, each less restrained than the last. Just go for it, Rain tries to say. No use holding back now. But he can't seem to find his voice, so he tries his best to send the thought to them instead.

He doesn't know if it works, but he breathes in deep just in time for Phantom to sink into his throat regardless. Rain prides himself on his ability to sit pretty and take it, but they only get a few thrusts in before Dew's whining between them. Asking for attention.

So Phantom slips out of Rain's mouth and right back into Dew's, and without hesitation, Rain moves to take their balls into his mouth instead. When Dew sucks on their cockhead, Rain does the same on the other end, in sync even here. Phantom's eyes roll back in their head.

They're talking incessantly, their words quick and warm with lust, but none of it sinks in. All Rain cares about— can even register— is the taste of skin on his tongue, their scent thick and intoxicating, and Dew next to him.

Phantom says something else, a little urgent this time, but it sounds like it's coming through water. Rain ignores it and drifts upward to meet Dew, slowly kissing over Phantom's balls, their pelvis, the base of their cock. When he reaches him, sucking dumbly on the tip, Dew lets their cock fall out of his mouth to join him.

They're perfect counterparts, each taking a side of Phantom's cock to kiss and lick while they fall apart above them. Rain goes up, Dew goes down. Every inch of Phantom's length is slathered in spit and attention. Rain's drooling. Dew's worse. Eventually, Rain finds himself back at the head of their cock, flushed and leaking. He lingers when he kisses over it this time, for no reasons other than he wants to and he can, and Dew joins him.

But he's sloppy and quint-drunk, far longer than Rain has been, and it only takes a few misses before he starts trying to kiss Rain instead. So Rain opens his mouth a little wider and lets him, Phantom's cock still ruddy and proud between their lips.

Phantom is a wreck. Their grip goes tight in Rain's hair when his tongue moves, dipping into their slit and meeting Dew's at the same time. It's ridiculous and unbearably wet, spit and precum dripping from their mouths, and Rain might come again just from being involved.

Rain hears something above him again, that same muffled urgent tone, but Phantom's cock is nice and heavy on his tongue, and Dew's mouth is hot and desperate against his own. He's high on quintessence and the debauchery of it all.

He can't help it; he moans, high and long.

The guttural "fuck!" ripped from Phantom's throat cuts through the static in his head and he freezes, lips parted, as they pull back and paint both their faces with pearly white. Rain feels it splatter on his chin, his lips, his nose. Dew ends up with a rope curving beautifully over his cheekbone.

There's a pause in the comedown, and anticipation fills the room.

Phantom moves first.

It had to be them; they're the only one who can really move. But it still takes Rain's breath away when they take the head of their still-hard cock and spread the cum spilled across Dew's face around with it. They do it to Rain, too— that silky-soft tip pressing into his face, smearing their release into his skin, coating him in it. He gazes softly up at them as they do it, taking it like a blessing.

Phantom's marking them. Claiming Rain and Dew as theirs. He'll feel it long after it's been wiped away.

They might as well carve their name into their bodies.

The fog in Rain's head begins to ebb then, he can tell, but it does so slowly. Slowly enough that when he turns to face Dew and sees him shiny with Phantom's cum, he grabs his jaw and drags his tongue straight through it. Swallows it down greedily. Licks some more.

"Holy shit," Phantom breathes pained above them. "I'm gonna… fuck."

They promptly disappear in the direction of the en suite.

Dew's bright red and spit-soaked by the time Rain's cleaned him off. He doesn't look like he's about to return the favor, though, so Rain wipes his own face off as best he can with his fingers, then lets Dew absently lick them clean.

Phantom comes back with a handful of washcloths. They pause in front of Rain, but his head is clear enough by now to take care of himself; he cleans himself properly while Phantom turns to Dew, arranging him on the mattress. Right back where they started. Rain ambles after and helps them clean Dew's body, too.

"Easing him up now," Phantom reports. They glance at Rain from the corner of their eyes. "And I'm sorry. About the spillover."

"Don't worry about it," Rain chuckles, still a little loose. He shrugs, then stretches out next to Dew on the bed. "Room for improvement, sure, but god, it worked out for me."

Rain's almost dozing by the time Dew comes back to lucidity. Dew shifts, blinks and shakes his head like he's putting the remaining bits of himself back into place.

Rain greets him with a kiss on his forehead. "Welcome back, baby. Did you have fun?"

"I didn't give you too much, did I?" Phantom adds from Dew's other side.

Dew laughs and looks between them; his answer comes light and unhurried. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what the fuck you two just did to me."

Phantom stills.

"But I do know damn well that you're doing it again."

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